to get into prison for this day's work!"

Scowling for a moment, then muttering savagely, the two helpers slunk
back to their ironing boards.

Yet, while Dan turned to go into the rear room, Hallam stood just where
he was, to keep an eye on two possible sources of swift trouble.

"Chow Hop," began Dave Damn sternly, as the proprietor made his flying
appearance, "You've done a pretty mean piece of work here"--pointing to
the unconscious midshipman in the berth. "Do you understand that you're
pretty likely to go to prison for this?"

"Oh, that no maller," replied Chow, with a sullen grin. "Him plenty
'shipmen come here and smoke."

"You lie!" hissed Dave, grasping the heathen by the collar and shaking
him until the latter's teeth rattled.

Then Dave gave him a brief rest, though he still retained his hold on
the Chinaman's collar. But the yellow man began struggling again, and
Dave repeated the shaking.

Chow Hop had kept his hands up inside his wide sleeves. Now Farley
leaped forward as he shouted:

"Look out, Darry! He has a knife!"

Farley attempted to seize the Chinaman's wrist, for the purpose of
disarming the yellow man, but Dave swiftly threw the Chinaman around out